Tytuł: Calm Like a Bomb

• Wykonawca: Rage Against The Machine
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I be walkin' god like a dog
  My narrative fearless
  My word war returns to burn
  Like Baldwin home from Paris
  Steel from a furnace
  I was born landless
  It's tha native son
  Born of Zapata's guns
  Stroll through tha shanties
  And tha cities remains
  Same bodies buried hungry
  But with different last names
  These vultures rob everything
  Leave nothing but chains
  Pick a point on tha globe
  Yes tha pictures tha same
  There's a bank a church a myth and a hearse
  A mall and a loan a child dead at birth
  There's a widow pig parrot
  A rebel to tame
  A whitehooded judge
  And a syringe and a vein
  And tha riot be tha rhyme of tha unheard
  
  Calm like a bomb
  
  This ain't subliminal
  Feel tha critical mass approach horizon
  Tha pulse of tha condemned
  Sound off America's demise
  Tha anti-myth rhythm rock shocker
  Yes I spit fire
  Hope lies in tha smoldering rubble of empires
  Back through tha shanties and tha cities remains
  Tha same bodies buried hungry
  But with different last names
  These vultures rob everyone
  Leave nothing but chains
  Pick a point here at home
  And tha picture's tha same
  There's a field full of slaves
  Some corn and some debit
  There's a ditch full of bodies
  Tha check for tha rent
  There's a tap, tha phone, tha silence of stone
  Tha numb black screen
  That be feelin' like home
  And tha riot be tha rhyme of tha unheard
  
  Calm like a bomb
  
  There's a mass without roofs
  A prison to fill
  A country's soul that reads post no bills
  A strike and a line of cops outside of tha mill
  There's a right to obey
  And a right to kill